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Norwegian photographer and author, living in the English countryside. Photography and Cooking workshops. Cookbook out October 2017 by Clarkson Potter
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From one day to another, Summer arrived with warmth and blue skies, and I unpacked every single summer dress, shook off a few dead moths and aired them out in the garden. Our sleepy countryside town came to life, and people spilled into the streets chatting and enjoying a chilled glass of wine in the shade. It's the Wylye Valley art trail week where we live, with artists opening up their private studios and workshops to the public. People with walking boots and maps in hand, trail pass the cottage on their way to my brilliant neighbor artist Jenny de Sausmarez who paints and sketches beautiful still life, people and the calm surrounding landscape where we live, and just down the street the wonderful Jeweler Pepe Argo is showcasing her stunning work. This countryside community of mine never fails to inspire. The Wylye arts trail lasts till Sunday the 4th of June with many a cozy countryside pub to pop by when you're wandering feet gets weary. Tap the photo for some of my favorite pubs and shops in the area to visit in between exploring the local arts scene. wylyevalley localartists (Photo by "the Englishman" theo_maxfield )

21 Hours ago
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A wee corner of my English cottage. Slowly each room is beginning to feel like home, and I'm starting to love the process, embracing renovation and unpacking madness that still ensures, and finding joy in the parts that are taking shape, the imperfect journey. Yesterday the garden was basking in sun and we pulled up plants by the root, cleared our little stone terrace from a feisty ivy attack, and replanted lilacs, primroses and a few budding roses. They bay tree stands proud at the bottom of the garden enticing me to use its leaves in more than just autumn stews and soups. I read somewhere that bay leaf ice cream was ever so tasty, have any of you ever tried it? I love that the cottage encourages me to simplify my life and to uncluttered. Something I'm sure many of you can relate to. Lovely Beth Kirby local_milk has written about it often too these past months. Perhaps it's the pace of the time we live in, and the constant pressure of creating more, be more, that's beginning to stear us towards a slower life, a life perhaps filled with the mantra of every single one of us being enough. That we are enough while with steady footsteps growing and learning, and perhaps letting go of the constant pressure and misconception that this life is a race. Every day I take bags of clothes and props to the local charity shop feeling lighter by the hour. One wall of the cottage is coming together slowly, whitewashed and with summer hats and baskets gathered from my trips to France and Italy carrying nostalgic memories of the world beyond the thick stone cottage walls. My home is coming together much slower than anticipated, and much slower than is comfortable if I listen to my inner pressure of being more, doing more and comparing myself to other's journey. But in the end this is my journey, my life, my short time here on earth, and my little home in the countryside. So we potter in our small garden, nest and picnic under our favorite tree more often than not, and I'm feeling full, full with happiness and a newfound excitement for each new day, and the dread of facing the never ending list of to-do's is beginning to lift... weareenough picnicmore slowingdown

3 Days ago
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It's full on asparagus season and I'm not holding back. Almost every day I find a way of incorporating it in a meal, and since many of the pubs and cafes in the area work with local and seasonal produce, eating out has way too many tempting asparagus options on the menu. The other day I drove past lush green fields to pythousekitchengarden nestled inside an old Victorian walled garden on the Pythouse estate. Their sautéed asparagus salad with burnt lemon, goats cheese and wilted spring onions was nothing short of luscious. At home I simply slice a few raw asparagus lengthwise, drizzle with the lovely Italian olive oil I recently got from redbeetlefood , season with sea salt and coarsely ground pepper before topping it off with generous shavings of Sicilian pecorino cheese. So simple, so quick to make and ever so good for you. Researching plants for my wee allotment up the street, I read up on the asparagus and was a bit blown away by all its nutrients and benefits. I don't like the term super food, but did you know that this little vegetable in its raw form is packed with antioxidants and anti inflammatory properties in addition to containing large amounts of vitamin K, vitamin B, vitamin C, vitamin E, fiber, manganese, phosphorus, potassium, choline, vitamin A, zinc, iron, protein, and magnesium and calcium? I believe in a well balanced diet, but I can assure you my allotment will sport quite a few asparagus. I haven't even began digging or even planting in my garden yet, but all this research is making me all kinds of excited. Luckily, since asparagus will take a few years to begin yielding results, there's plenty of organic farms around locally where I can get them until my own pop above ground.... allotmentplanning seasonalproduceistheshiz

7 Days ago
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Rain is tapping gently on the windows and Mr Whiskey and I are working from our desk in the corner of the blue room. In my childhood home in Norway my mother had a lavender colored blue room that was filled with fabric, sewing machines, knitting and crocheting needles, feathers, rhinestones, an old weaver and lots of patterns, big sheets of paper, coloring pencils and paint. It was the creative room. After school I would throw my rucksack on the floor in the hallway and run upstairs to disappear for hours in her creative world. The blue room was an oasis of possibilities, an Aladdin's cave for a creative soul. I cherished every minute of time spent there, sewing, knitting, gluing, painting, tearing, and inventing. It was the best of times with no boundaries, no rules, just endless supplies of products to create with and her ever changing mood boards spicing up every wall. Blue has, even if it may be quite a conservative color, become my color for creativity, and in every house I've lived in after moving to England, I've made sure to paint one room blue to remember to keep playing, keep inventing and keep to approaching any task with a creative mindset... keepplaying everyoneneedsablueroom

9 Days ago
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On our recent trip to Norway we stocked up on liqueurs and botanical syrups to bring home to England. Cloudberry and Crowberry syrups have quickly become some of my favorite ingredients in cocktails, and since both berries carry nostalgic notes from my childhood in Norway, it's like a kiss from the past whenever we mix one of them a drink. For our retreat in Sassi di Matera in Italy in September we've incorporated two evening cocktail sessions, where we will be working with local botanicals and drink traditions led by mixologist and avid cocktail maker theo_maxfield I'm so very much looking forward to this pre dinner cocktail hour, that I have a sneaking suspicion will be ever so photogenic as well, as these liquid treats will most definitely forever remind me of my time in the south in Italy. Do you have a warm or cold drink/cocktail that instantly transports you to a place, memory, person or event? Warm black currant toddy always brings me back to winters in Norway during my childhood. The fireplace was crackling away and mum stirring the pot warming up this ever soothing dark purple drink, leaving me with a purple smudge from ear to ear that I wiped away with the back of my hand with a smile. drinkmemories mmforsbergworkshop cocktailsession For more information on the retreat in September click on the link in my profile or email us at workshopmmforsberg.com

10 Days ago
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We drove back to the English countryside from the airport in the dark, past midnight and in the rain, yet I knew I was home. After the most glorious whirlwind visit to my beloved Norway, spending our days with my family celebrating Norway's constitution day, I ordered a mediocre cup of tea at a service station and felt like I belonged. After moving out of my parents lovely countryside home in Norway I yearned for years to be able to put my suitcases down and feel like I'd found my spot in the world. I never dreamed it would be England, a country I barely had visited a few years back, yet it fit like a glove the moment I tried her countryside on. Life is unpredictable and filled with so many opportunities around every bend. At any given moment we can alter its course by signing up for an evening class, begin baking bread every morning, take up painting, go back to school, chose to adopt a child, quit your job, or go for a walk. Some events can be more life changing than others, and I'm so glad I gave England and it's countryside a chance to change my life... myenglishcountryside picnicmore

11 Days ago
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Without me, he asked and lowered his head, and we had a heard time nodding. We'll bring you along on our next adventure we told him, trying to sooth our own aching hearts. We hurriedly carried our luggage through the rain to our car and turned our noses toward the airport after giving him plenty of snuggles and wet kisses. When we landed in Norway for our short 48 hour visit to see family and celebrate Norway's constitution day on 17th of May, we'd brought the rain with us, and the temperatures outside indicated that Spring hadn't properly reached my home country just yet. On the fridge in my parents home on Jeløy, a beautiful fjord island, my mother has hung a quote that reads; You can take a Norwegian out of Norway, but you can't take Norway out of a Norwegian. I smiled at the quote as I reached for the brown cheese, a speciality brown goats whey cheese that I believe is unique to Norway, still my favorite after over 15 years abroad. Happy 17th of May!! Take a peek at our constitution day celebrations on my insta stories 🇳🇴 17mai

13 Days ago
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The garden is covered in snow my mother told me over the phone a few days ago, and we both laughed at the absurdity. The week before Norway had sported summer temperatures and everyone hit the beach, sunbathed in their garden and life was good. Her garden flourished within hours, and sleepy plants kickstarted their summer modus. But that was all before the snow came and draped every budding flower and plant in a thick white blanket of snow. Spring is unpredictable she told me, and so is life. So we made a promise to picnic more often, to embrace all that good and to take full advantage of every day. A package from my lovely friend redbeetlefood arrived not long ago, filled with the tastiest olive oil, balsamico and hazelnuts from Italy, and we didn't waste a minute before we threw it all in a basket and went to our new favorite tree nestled between two green rolling hills overlooking a small thatched village. Sprawled out on a blanket, Mr Whiskey was his usually cheeky and energetic self, while we slumbered underneath the tree he covered what seemed like every field from here to London and back before falling taking a seat next to us. The nearby Ansty farm shop offered freshly picked asparagus, so we threw together a raw salad topped only with shavings of Sicilian pecorino cheese, redbeetlefood 's heavenly olive oil before a wee sprinkle of seasoning. Pastries and peaches for dessert, and after a wee snooze under the tree, we packed up our little spot of paradise and returned to work. Every day he has a few hours off in the afternoon and we don't waste a minute. Our basket alters between carrying a blushing Provence rose on a sunny day and dorsetteauk breakfast tea for when it rains and we sit underneath an umbrella wrapped in our wool blanket to stay warm. Come sun or rain, (or snow!) there isn't a beat to be missed... everydayhappinesses picnicmore

16 Days ago
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I woke up with a quote from last night's incredibly inspiring evening messumswiltshire where Hugo Spowers founder of the Riversimple movement and the Rasa, a zero emission car spoke on the future of the car industry. His last slide lingered as he came to his closing remarks, and my eyes caught hold of a quote at the bottom of it that read; " We are called to be architects of the future...not its victims." ( by Buckminster Fuller) I smiled and wrote the quote in my journal as soon as I returned home that night. It reignite my inner fire of creating the future I want to live in, and made me all kinds excited about the many work and life projects ahead. Isn't it just the most empowering sentence!? This morning I took a blank sheet of paper, wrote the quote in big bold letters and hung it above my desk so that I never forget that in the end, I'm the creator of my own destiny and the future I want to live in... saturdaymusings wordstoliveby

16 Days ago
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So incredibly excited to be launching my Food, art and Photography workshop in the south of Italy today! With the beautiful sextantio cave hotel as our home base, we'll explore the local cuisine, work daily on visual storytelling, styling and photography looking at the grand old masters in painting and sculpture for inspiration and guidance. Our in house cook will lead us in pasta making sessions, and the wonderful eminchilli will take us on a day trip to the nearby seaside town of Bari for a food wander to local markets, through town, shops and lead us to secret little spots for lunch and dinner. The keen mixologist theo_maxfield will host evening cocktail sessions working with local botanicals and drink traditions. This is a five day retreat that aims at honing your photography and visual storytelling skills both on and off line, work on your social media presence, further open your eyes to art in photography, introduce you to the locale food traditions with hands on cooking classes and for you to slow down, relax and enjoy the ever so restorative atmosphere this unique place has to offer. We travelled down to this magical spot last month and completely fell in love, and I cannot wait to share it all with you come September. For more information and to reserve your spot click on the link in my profile. See you in Italy! mmforsbergworkshop

19 Days ago
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His favorite spot in the cottage, overlooking our little village while making sure no one enters our garden unnoticed, especially the neighbor's cat... myenglishcountryside mrwhiskey

22 Days ago
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I rolled down the car window as I drove from one little English town to the next yesterday, cold air gushed in and I turned the heating up. This is English Spring. Warm sunny days one moment, and brisk cold winds the next. Last week I was determined to head down to the wee river that runs on the outskirts of town. A gentle drizzle of cold rain accompanied us from our cottage to the river banks, where we warmed our hands on steaming hot tea from a thermos and wrapped ourselves in a thick woolen blanket. Nothing but birdsong and the sound of trickling water broke the silence. These days I'm taking it slow. In a way it feels like I'm learning to walk again, learning to overcome the feeling that urges me to fill every second of the day with something "productive". Simply being is ever so important too. I'm about to embark on so many wonderfully exciting projects, but I'm fiercely editing these days. Editing my life, my work and projects that I'm involved in. These edits cuts into every aspect of my life, from how many plates and cups I allow to take up space in the kitchen, to my closet and to people in my life. These days I'm ever so inspired to simply be, to walk slow but with intent, and to build strong foundations in work and in life, that enables me to give more. The wet drizzle turned into rain, and soaked my hair and jacket. The cold wind and wet weather whipped my face pink, and I felt alive. Let's take our afternoon tea here more often, he said with a smile. I took his arm. I carried the basket with teacups and an empty thermos, and he the heavy soggy blanket, and together we made our way home through muddy paths and slippery wet grass... takingtimetosimplybe myenglishcountryside ( 📷 by theo_maxfield )

25 Days ago
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Up the stream and across the bridge, is a big old tree standing tall in the middle of a green field. I pass it almost every day on my way to Shaftesbury, the biggest nearby town. Early this week I had the pleasure of creating a two day private workshop for the wonderfully talented photographer lizbanfield We explored the world of photography, wandered through ancient castle ruins talking about the grand old masters in painting and sculpture and how they approached light and composition. After having done a baking shoot in a wonky old Tudor tea house, we swung by the local cheese monger filled our basket with the necessary ingredients for a picnic and journeyed on to my favorite tree. The cool Spring air blew hard, and we nestled up by its roots in the shade of the wind and talked about the future of photography as we nibbled away and uncorked a bottle of a full bodied red. I think there's adventure ahead, I said to her as I popped a warm grape in my mouth and smiled, and we agreed with a nod. I recently read in a magazine tear out my mother sent me attached with her weekly letter. It read; 'If you want something you've never had, you must be prepared to do something you've never done...' We finished our picnic in silence as we packed up our cozy little world, and I think we both felt the wind change... adventuresahead mmforsbergworkshop myenglishcountryside

29 Days ago
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Warm rays of spring sun is playing on the rug in the blue drawing room. Mr Whiskey is vigorously devouring his marrow bone from the local butcher in Tisbury, and I'm leafing through my new favorite magazine luncheonmagazine that I bought in 10corsocomo Milano last week, and opening a package with a recent purchase from the loveliest vintage home ware shop looptheloopuk (see story on Instagram stories in my profile) I love copper and couldn't be more happy with my new bottle opener and scissor set. Downstairs the kettle is whistling and upstairs my dress for tonight's dinner with darling belleannee and her husband is ironed and ready for a night in Bath. It felt good to just be today. Little to no agenda, lunch in a pub and dinner in the city, wanders in the fields with the pooch, letter writing on my favorite stationary...and a cheeky glass of my new favorite red wine from babylonstoren ) weekendfun looptheloop

30 Days ago
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Sometimes I get it right, and sometime I get distracted at the very end of making my creamy Risotto Milanese. I run out of stock, and it ends up a bit dryer than I want it to be. Today was one of those days. The mountain of dirty dishes piled high above the sink, I'd forgotten to put the lid back on the oak smoked garlic so my whole kitchen was infused with this rather strong "perfume" . Catching up on work I'd forgotten to walk Mr Whiskey this morning and he loudly made sure I realized it was way passed our usual morning wander time, and the laundry baskets were overflowing. So I decided to just embrace it all, and ate my less than perfect risotto at the table by the window, agreed with myself to let the dirty dishes wait till the evening, and put the rest of the emails on hold while I took my rather unamused pooch for a walk. But this is life, our imperfectly perfect lives, where I get to enjoy a Champagne picnic under my favorite tree on a mere Wednesday, and wake up to a bit of prop and home chaos on a Friday. No day is alike. No day is perfect, but some days are definitely better than other days... myenglishcountryside whiskeyandmoi

31 Days ago
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One of my favorite trees down the street and across the river was the perfect destination when lovely hverdagslykkelise came to photograph us for an upcoming story in Norwegian interior magazine vakrehjemoginterior The warm Spring sun was battling it out with freezing winds as we went to "my" tree for a wee picnic yesterday. I put down old books in each tablecloth corner for it not to fly away, as we sat in the shade of the tree with afternoon tea treats and popped a bottle of Prosecco. Sheep were grassing nearby, and every now and then a train would pass under the nearby bridge. Happy, I asked...very, he replied...Read the story and get the recipes in our upcoming feature in vakrehjemoginterior myenglishcountryside vakrehjemoginteriør countrysidepicnic

32 Days ago
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It's all about the service isn't it. You can forgive poor decor, and every now and then below par food, but if the service fails, I'm not very likely to return. To me it's all about how they made you feel. Don't get me wrong, the quality of food is important, but the atmosphere created by the staff is essential to a dining experience. On my recent trip to Italy we wined and dined in some of my favorite restaurants, enjoying that old school kind of waitering, where everyone involved from seating you to bringing you the wine list, and ultimately serving you the anticipated food, has that unmistakable elegance that indicate they take pride in their job. It all ooze of hospitality from a bygone era. Italy does this so well. Dressed in traditional black and white, and with a quiet charm, I'm easily swayed when they suggest a wine to go with the dish I just ordered. Call me weaksauce, but when a charming Italian waiter, dressed to a tee and with his manners and elegance makes you feel like you're dining at the Ritz, suggest you have a Recioto Della Valpolicella instead of the lovely French red wine you were leaning towards, you forgive him for possibly promoting Italian wine over French, and simply say yes. And of course, when has a Recioto Della Valpolicella ever disappointed... wheninitaly veniceitaly whatitalyis

41 Days ago
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Milano was like coming home, it always is. After living there as a fashion design student when I was 19, I've returned again and again. The city feels like my pocket, and even if it's ever evolving and ever so exciting to spot new restaurants and bars pop up, I have my favorites that I always visit when in town. Marchesi, in Via Santa Maria alla Porta 11, is a must for breakfast, however their newly opened sister pasticceria in Via Montenapoleone is chic and so brilliantly designed it's up there as well. We met up with the wonderful milanosecrets there one morning and talked about the future. She's definitely the one to go to for city eatery advise and gave us lovely tips on dinner that night. Then there's Giacomo Caffe in Palazzo Reale next to the majestic Duomo, at the very heart of the city. I prefer to go there alone, having a cup of tea and listening to the buzz of fellow tea and coffee drinkers. It's their decor that had me at hello the first time I visited, and it still does, every time. Al Matarel feels like my mother's kitchen and serves the most delicious Risotto Milanese, which is again, a must. However on this last trip we were too large of a group and had sadly forgot to book, so we strolled the Naviglio area in the afternoon sun and dined at the charming Asso di Fiori. Milano is classic, yet young at heart, and is home to some of the most inspiring designers I know! One morning just as the Spring sun began to warm up the city I met up with the lovely tamumcpherson and headed to dimorestudio It was design week after all, and they didn't fail to create the most magical space and experience. With weary feet and full bellies, my Englishman and I fell asleep that night with the window open, listening to the city quiet down. Do you mind if we come back soon again, I asked, he just before he fell asleep. Not at all, he replied, and I could hear him smile as he closed his eyes and took my hand. mmforsbergmilano

46 Days ago
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So there we stood overlooking Matera and talking about the future... I'm impulsive in so many things in life, spontaneous and ever curious. However when it comes to relationships I'm slow and cautious. I listen to the wind, observe, take notes, analyze, and withdraw as soon as there's any hint of anything that can threaten my safe world and my lovely little life with Mr Whiskey here in the English countryside. I listen to others advice, whether it's asked for or not and continue my note taking, hopefully I won't miss a thing, and can figure him out so there's no chance of hurt on the horizon. A silly habit of trying to protect myself and staying in my comfort zone. He on the other hand stands tall and steady. When I withdraw, he steps up. When I make mistakes, he shows me he's not going anywhere. When I say we simply can't because I'm afraid, he just holds me. And when I get quiet, protective of my safe world and my wee home, he gives me space and time, without letting go of that warm embrace around my heart. It's a leap of faith in the end, he says, and I know he's right. But when do you know when to leap and with whom! At what point do you let go and trust. As we hopped on and off trains, hungry, tired and thirsty checking in to new hotels on our trip through Italy, he would hold the door open, carry my bags and massage my weary feet at night. Every evening he says thank you. Thank you for this day with you, Marie, he whispers, and I nestle my body next to his, smiling and feeling safe. Perhaps I can't protect myself or my little home from wild storms and cold winds, but I can choose with whom to face it with, and I feel so incredibly lucky to be facing it all with him. Because in the end it is just a leap of faith, as it is with everything. In Milano I walked passed a wall where it was written in bold black paint, 'It's your comfort zone that kills you'... and I couldn't agree more. leapoffaith myenglishman theo_maxfield

47 Days ago
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We're finishing up the last few details of our upcoming workshop in Sassi di Matera in Italy, and we couldn't be more excited! The winds will be mild and warm the first week in September, perfect for afternoon strolls through this ancient hill top town. Ancient caves sextantio will be your home away from home during our time together. You don't have to be an avid cook or photographer to attend our retreats, everything will be hands on catering to all levels. During our retreat in Matera in September, we'll have cooking and photography sessions, working on visual storytelling, post production and slowing down how we work. Both analogue and digital camera users are welcome, as we'll have teachers in both on location, and I cannot wait to tell you who will join us sharing her awe inspiring knowledge for film photography, inspiring us with her visual storytelling talent and incredible photography work. We'll launch this Art, Food and Photography retreat within the next few days, however should you want to be put on the list, feel free to email us at workshopmmforsberg.com workshop matera

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